To do so required three sprinklerfuls.

When the road should be quite free, and both sprinklers running, they would have to keep at it until after midnight.
And then silently the wilderness stretched forth her hand and pushed these struggling atoms back to their place.
That night it turned warmer.

The change was heralded by a shift of wind.
Then some blue jays appeared from nowhere and began to scream at their more silent brothers, the whisky jacks.
"She's goin' to rain," said old Jackson.

"The air is kind o' holler." "Hollow ?" said Thorpe, laughing.

"How is that ?" "I don' no," confessed Hines, "but she is.